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The Face I Will Never Forget


 There is no photograph of a face indelibly entrenched in my mind forever’

The face I will never forget

Story by Peter Yelland

Edited by N.A.Martin


‘There is no photograph of a face indelibly entrenched in my mind forever.

I was on an assignment in India and was travelling by taxi through a dusty intersection in Delhi.

We travelled this same route everyday, but it was today that I first noticed her.

On the side of the road under a sheet of corrugated iron, lived a family of four.

Mum, dad, boy, and baby.

Mum’s job was to approach the cars and ask for money with hands stretched out.

Her face was pleading.

The taxi driver said-

“No don’t give money, it encourages begging” 

So I refrained

Each day, I saw the same beautiful, expressive eyes looking straight into my own, pained to the core.

One morning, the chef in the hotel within which I was staying, cooked me a fresh date loaf to take to work.

It was still warm and wrapped in foil.

We drove past the intersection in our usual fashion, and again, her eyes made contact with mine.

Sheepishly, she came to my window and I handed her the freshly baked date loaf, still warm.

The devastatingly raw human beauty expressed in her eyes, in that single moment, will stay with me forever.  

At that dusty intersection, on an ordinary day, I felt inside the depths of me, her heartfelt gratitude.

Gratitude that came from a place of deep human suffering. 

Suffering that doesn’t even have a name, in my world.

As tears ran down her cheeks, she held the warm date loaf to her chest, the lights changed and we drove off to my comfortable destination.


‘I am blessed to be born in a country where freedom is possible and extreme poverty is rare

I promise to live my days with this thought in mind


creating daily space for gratitude

and sparing a thought for those who were


during the distribution of a privileged life.’




 Lost Time


Are you an absorber or a deflector?

To my boy



Featured photo


This photo of Florence Owens Thompson and her children was taken in February or March of 1936 in Nipomo, California. In addition to being an iconic photo of the Great Depression, it influenced Steinbeck in his writing of The Grapes of Wrath. Date: 1936. Photographer: Dorothea Lange.



"I have been writing and creating images all my life-though it's only now, that I have finally let in the light" ~N.Martin

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